Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The spring of 1939 bloomed as scheduled. Outside the castle, the deep blue mountain range was covered with a purple sky, and the edge of the sky was inlaid with pink clouds.

Some young wizards often run covering the mountains and the plains, flying magic kites that don’t require a string into the sky. Or playing a game of catching a frisbee on the grass.

Their happiness has nothing to do with Hoffa, and Hoffa has encountered an unprecedented huge problem.

He has no way to conquer Grindelwald's Transfiguration Spell.

There is absolutely no way.

He was originally very good at transfiguration, and he can even change wand into various fantasy forms at will.

But he didn't know how to deal with this transfiguration at all.

He practiced hard, almost day and night.

Practice while eating, before going to bed, during class, and even when going to the bathroom.

He figured out Grindelwald's use spell, his spirit flowed. Various details.

But no matter how he tries, that Transfiguration Spell is the same as locked.

After a long time of painful practice, he can indeed make a little change, but that kind of change is futile and reluctant.

Grindelwald broke the island, and Hoffa, he could only make a small crack in the ground, or let a small stone hand the size of a mushroom grow on the ground.

Of course, Hoffa also knows the magic of metamorphic understanding. He tries hard to understand the soil and the earth with spirit. However, no matter how he understands it, the changes that can be triggered are limited.

He met a big bottleneck.

The bottleneck of transfiguration.

This time, even Milarepa’s Meditation Method couldn’t help him analyze magic.

One day Heaven and Earth passed, and the bright spring began to wrap the whole school. The grass outside the window was covered with heather flowers.

Hoffa's condition is getting worse and worse.

Various heavy homework, the threat of the imminent world war, and hidden dangers from Miranda's dark personality.

All the pressures added up, this is something Hoffa has never met before.

He has anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, and even nausea. He even started to enjoy the food that the school has always attracted him.

He got a blister on the corner of his mouth from getting angry. Everyday all wants to go to Dr. Rainer to get some medicine.

He also received treatment with some senior Hogwarts students who are about to graduate. Each of them was shocked when they saw Hoffa. They didn't understand why an 11-year-old First Year student had similar symptoms to them.

He spends every day in the library.

But it didn't make much sense. The more knowledge he had in his mind, the real solution still didn't appear.

Hoffa thought about giving up, but thinking of what Miller said to him that night, he immediately dispelled the idea of ​​giving up. This was a battle to put his beliefs on, and he didn't want to back down.

March ends and April is gradually approaching.

At dinner time this day, Hoffa was in very bad shape.

Because a month has passed, he still hasn't cracked Grindelwald's spells.

At noon on April Fool's Day, he sat sickly beside the dinning table, eating mashed potatoes numbly every bite. I wonder if I really have the talent of a wizard.

Is Grindelwald such a genius?

But at this time, Miranda began to doubt Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the one month since Hoffa started learning Broken Grips, he has barely been alone with Miranda. In the evening on Ravenclaw’s dinning table, she looked at Hoffa with dark eye circles and said, “Hoffa, it’s harder to see you than to see Ministry of Magic.”

She was joking, but Hoffa was empty. Looking at Miranda, her eyes slowly returned to focus.

Is this guy mocking himself?

Negative energy slowly enveloped Hoffa, and his thoughts began to change.

That night, what Miller said to himself was like Concentric Devil. The boundary between Miranda and Miller began to blur in this brief moment.

Miranda lowered his head and said with a smile: "Did you encounter any difficulties, do you need my help?"

This sentence is like the last straw that overwhelms the camel , He seemed to see that that night, the giant shark opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl. The anxiety of so many days seems to have found a catharsis.

Hoffa looked up indifferently and dryly said: "I don't need the help of a madman."

Miranda mouth opened wide, and he held Hoffa incredible, as if he knew him the first day.

The expression is like a long-lasting faded porcelain doll. Suddenly, he lost all his brilliance and became a bit hideous and terrifying.

In the dinning hall, inexplicable magic power fluctuations spread like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium changed suddenly. All students cried out in surprise lifts the head.

Hoffa's finger suddenly deformed and bent, as if the fork was made of wax.

The vigilant Aglea suddenly felt something was wrong, and Miranda slowly stood up. She leaped forward and put her arms around Miranda's neck.

Smiling hehe said: "Miranda! I have good news, do you want to hear~"

Miranda still stares at Hoffa, but is hugged by Aglaia Later, the blood on the face of the old porcelain doll was restored. Slowly becoming normal, she stared and said numbly: "What good news?"

"The good news is that I will also participate in the Quiddich finals this year."

Miranda : "Really? Which day."

"Next month, just one month before the end of the exam."

(She held Miranda's neck tightly, Arms trembled slightly)

Miranda: "Did you start training so early?"

"Yes." Aglaia blinked at Hoffa and motioned for him to leave quickly.

Aglaia: "There are still a few friendly matches, but that doesn’t matter. You will all watch the finals."

Hoffa silently put down the deformed fork , He knew that Aglaia was helping himself out. The situation is a little out of control, this is simply not their normal state.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I'll go."

After speaking, he turned his head without saying a word and quickly left Ravenclaw's dinning table.

The pace is getting faster and faster, from a trot all the way to a big sprint.

Finally, when he strode to the hunting ground, he immediately supported the corner of the castle. His face was pale, and his stomach was churning.

For so many days, the anxiety level reached Peak. When Miranda just showed off his magic power, he almost lost his calm and restraint.

Cross knees on the ground.

Hoffa keeps running the Meditation Method and keeps running.

Finally, he barely stabilized his state.

He met the bottleneck of life.

How can I break through my bottleneck.

How his transfiguration can bring it up a level, Hoffa doesn't know.

Giving up is not advisable, Hoffa straightens up. But just when he was about to go back and continue to search for the solution, bō bō bō's voice came from the green hunting grounds of the Forbidden Forest.

Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink chocobo from far to near. It has a big beak and green wings. Looks very cute.

What’s even more amazing is that every step it takes, it will cross the space and come to a place several meters away, the speed is very fast.

The sound similar to the popping of a bubble just now was left by the bird when it teleported.

This is a dodo bird. It is a bird that cannot fly but can teleport.

Hoffa froze for a moment. It was the young Dodo that he and Joey saved in the Forbidden Forest. Half a year later, has it grown up?

Hoffa was curious about why the Dodo came to the hunting ground. The pink head of that Dodo turned and locked Hoffa in the corner.

It bounced happily twice, and then flashed to Hoffa's side with two pops.

It bit Hoffa's trouser leg, threw a letter at Hoffa's foot, and then rubbed it affectionately against Hoffa's leg.

It turned out to be a messenger.

Hoffa touched the bird’s head with a pale complexion, and muttered: "Are you also what a joke mine?"

The Dodo did not speak, it just said. A blast hit Hoffa's head and pecked his hair.

Hoffa helpless, he picked up the letter on the ground and took a look.

There are only a few typography.

"Thank you very much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born. Without your help, she wouldn't be so healthy. I don't want you to miss its Nirvana. If you can, please come to the tree house. -Joy."

Maya... Joey's Thunderbird is about to be born!

Hoffa lifts the head slowly.

These days, I am busy learning transfiguration, and my mentality is anxious. I have forgotten the weather blanket I gave Joey on Christmas.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally, he decided to take a look.

Thunderbird, that is a rarer creature than Dragon. No matter how busy he is, he doesn't want to miss this scene.

He hurriedly walked towards the Forbidden Forest. The Dodo flickered from Hoffa's head, leading the way in front. It was very fast and had to stop and wait for Hoffa from time to time.

Across the sunny meadows, Hoffa came to Joey’s tree house, where he found that it was piled up with severed oak stumps.

These tree stumps were split one by one and lay in a mess on the ground.

Joy is packing a tin bucket on the tree house at the moment, and see Hoffa coming over. He immediately threw a ladder to Hoffa on the tree house.

"Hurry up."

He is beaming today, with red light on his face.

Hoffa climbed up the tree house and followed Joey into the room hurriedly.

At this moment, there is a strange voltage in the whole room.

Hoffa can see thick clouds on the weather blanket he bought. Thunder and lightning add up.

The eggshells clicked, and without Hoffa's reminder, Joey handed him the glasses.

Hoffa puts on his glasses.

In the eggshell, the inexplicable blue substance is very full and flows constantly, echoing the lightning on the weather blanket.

The embryo soaked in the blue substance twisted around inside the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable posture, but it didn't find it after looking for it for a long time. It decided not to stay in the eggshell.

So it raised its head abruptly.

"Good job." In Joey's surprise cry, it stuck out a gray beak.

Hoffa quickly moved the chair away, and the ionized air in the weather blanket made Hoffa's hair stand up electrically.

ka-cha!

A small nail stepped open the eggshell.

Boom.

In the weather blanket, a miniature lightning struck the eggshell.

The creatures in the eggshell made a pleasant zhi zhi sound.

Then, it directly pushed away the eggshell and popped out.

This is a wrinkled, gray bird, not much different from ordinary young birds. It's just that the head is slightly bigger, and the feet are bigger.

As soon as he was born, he immediately called the nearest Hoffa a few times.

The gray mouth is wide open.

The weak electric current crackle ground on Hoffa's face, the electricity tingled his scalp, and he shrank back subconsciously.

Joy pushed a square box into Hoffa's arms.

"Quickly, feed it."

Hoffa took a look, and the box was full of big and white oak maggots.

It turns out that old Joey cut down those trees to get the insects from the trees.

"zhi zhi zhi!"

Smell, Maya screamed happily, and she was hungry.

Hoffa grabbed a soft insect and stuffed it in its mouth.

Pattern. The gray bird's beak is closed up and down.

The oak worm disappeared before struggling.

"zhi zhi zhi."

Maya ate one, but screamed even more hungry.

Hoffa quickly grabbed another Insect.

After repeating this cycle ten times, Maya ate ten Insects. It doesn't mean to be full.

It always opens its mouth just after it has finished one.

One more one, and opened his mouth again.

It seems that will never be full.

"How much does it have to eat?" Hoffa was surprised.

He has just fed 10 Insects, and the ten Insects are piled up, which is larger than the size of the two young birds.

"Keep feeding, don't stop." Joey said:

"It's Thunderbird. It has a huge appetite. You feed, I'll get new food."

After speaking, he dong dong dong climbed downstairs. After a while, he came up with a huge iron bucket. The bucket was filled with various foods, including fresh meat, fish and shrimp, and even scorpions.

Hoffa was shocked. He threw the worms into Thunderbird's mouth one by one, faster and faster.

That little fellow unexpectedly refused to come.

Finally, Hoffa poured the box over, and poured the insect into its mouth as if it were trash.

As its throat quivered up and down, all the insects disappeared, as if Extension Charm was applied to its stomach pouch.

In surprise, Hoffa grabbed the red glasses on the side and carefully observed its body. It was curious about where the creature had eaten.

After fluoroscopy, he discovered that this little fellow actually has three hearts, which beat each other regularly, like extremely sophisticated machines.

The blood in its body rushes like an electric current, and the food is quickly digested and cleaned as it flows.

While clicking one's tongue in wonder, Old Joey gruffly put the scorpion bucket on the table and said:

"Don’t look, there will be By chance, Thunderbird is the most vulnerable when it was born. It needs a lot of food."

Hoffa looked at the black scorpions crawling in the tin barrel, and said with lingering fear: "This thing can really eat. "

Joy threw a dragon leather glove to Hoffa:

"What is a scorpion? When it grows up, it is the top predator of the American continent. It can eat anything. Hurry up and help him feed it. This is the best time to become his friend. When he grows up, it won't be so easy to please him."

Sure enough, Hoffa took out a fat black scorpion.

The same article below was placed near the mouthparts of the baby bird.

The scorpion struggled frantically.

The tail is tangled in disorder.

But the seemingly soft skin of the young bird is actually tenacious as leather, with electricity flowing inside.

Maya bit the scorpion tail and ka-cha snapped it into pieces like a biscuit and swallowed it.

It looks like Hoffa is hungry.

The two were busy from day to night. The newborn bird swept away all the food that Joey had prepared.

It paced contentedly in the weather blanket. I don't know if it was Hoffa's illusion. The bird was already a circle older than when it was born.

Hoffa tried to touch the chubby little bald bird. It didn't resist too much, but yelled at Hoffa a little displeased. As if to say, hate, don't touch me!

So proud, who just fed you for so long?

Hoffa stabs Maya in the belly dissatisfiedly with his finger. A faint electric current snaps past, and Hoffa twitches.

Just then Joey who cleaned up the trash came back. He also wanted to tease Taras, but he just put his hand on Taras' forehead.

The dark clouds in the sky on the weather blanket cast a thick lightning, which hit Joey's hand. This one was far more fierce than the one on Hoffa.

His hair stands up high, but he can't help laughing heartily.

Hoffa saw that he was so happy and couldn’t help but say, "Do you still want Taras?"

Joy smiled and shook his head: "I figured it out clearly. Taras asked me to let go of my obsession and enjoy the present. I should do this."

Hoffa was stunned for a while watching the baby Thunderbird jumping around on the blanket.

For some reason, he saw a ray of dawn-like dawn from the opponent, although the ray of dawn was very weak.